Chapter 11

A Chapter by Amy Skye

Tensions grow inside Anfia.

Dr. Johansen hadn’t been to level 1A under such circumstances. The heal of her stark red pumps clicking the floor nervously, as she waited outside of Mr. Brown’s office. Her arms crossed, heart rate increasing as the seconds passed. Finally, Sargent Mills walked up, bruised and black eyed. The doctor shot him a disapproving look.

“Shut up.” He mumbled at her, adjusting his name tag and pins. Dr. Johansen sighed, as she knocked on the door. She straightened up as the door opened to a young man, who showed them inside, quickly shutting the door behind them. The room was a massive two-story office, the walls lined with medical x-rays and images of war from years past. One large abstract painting hung on the wall near Mr. Brown’s desk, it softly resembled one of the Vats used in their experiments.

In the center of the room in front of a large window, that looked down onto a lavish courtyard, was a vast mahogany desk. Mr. Brown sat behind it, looking over several documents and photos. The young man, ushered the Sargent and Dr. Johansen to have a seat. It was silent in the room for a moment before Mr. Brown spoke.

“You’ve looked better.” He said looking over at Sargent Mills, who had an obvious black eye and swollen cheek. The Sargent said nothing, his ego bruised as well. Mr. Brown flipped around a photo of Cress and waved it at the two. The photo seemed to be an aerial of Cress outside of Red’s bar. “Now who wants to tell me how the hell this plan went so damn wrong?” he shouted slamming the photo onto his desk, his hand in a fist. Dr. Johansen jumped but still remained poised. Mr. Brown stood up, leaning both of his hands on the desk. “This was meant to be a simple observation of her strengths and weaknesses, and yet you two,” he continued, “seemed to screw everything up.” He sat back down, rubbing his temples. “Sargent,” he pointed to Mills, “You were supposed to bring her back.” The solider stiffened,

“As you can clearly see,” he gestured to his bruised face, “she didn’t want to came back so easily. I thought I had her when I threatened to kill one of her captures but,”

“One of her captures?” Mr. Brown questioned, but it was Dr. Johansen who spoke up,

“A group of radical non-participants, Sir.” Mr. Brown tapped his fingers on his desk as the doctor slid over more unmarked photos, now of Kit and the group. “We have reason to believe they are not yet aware of her abilities. We apprehended two of the four reformers and have them on level 4 for questioning. However unfortunately, the other two got away with Subject I, for now.” Mr. Brown nodded.

“At least you two are not complete failures I suppose.” He said interlacing his fingers. “Where are they headed?”

“We believe they are in route to a stronghold in the mountains, Command, as they call it.” Sargent Mills said, “It is heavily fortified and well hidden. Once she is in there, we won’t be able to get to her.”

“Don’t tell me what we can’t do.” Mr. Brown shouted, pointing angrily to the Sargent. “I need to know what we can do.” He looked to Dr. Johansen, “We need answers.”

“I will make sure the captives talk.” She responded, as Mr. Brown got up from his desk and walked to the window, looking out.

“Good.” He nodded, placing his hands neatly behind his back. “Now tell me Doctor,” he continued to look out into the courtyard, “where are we with Subject II?”

“Reform was a complete success, Sir.” Dr. Johansen said proudly, “Subject II is proving to be exceptionally agile, and responding positively to the indoctrination program. No signs of waving from target goal.” Mr. Brown nodded,

“Does he show the same deficiencies a Subject I?” He asked.

“No, Sir,” she responded, “He is flawless.”

“Excellent.” Mr. Brown said, taking in a large breath, “Get him ready for deployment.”

“Sir?” Dr. Johansen questioned,

“You heard me, Doctor.” He turned back to the room to face the two, who were still seated, “Our best bet at getting her back, before they get to Command, will be Subject II.” He sat down, staring at the photos on his desk,

“Sir, I mean no disrespect,” Sargent Mills interjected, “but would it not be more prudent to send out more trials before dispatching another successful candidate.” Mr. Brown waved his hand,

“You and those damn experiments,” he said, “Release them all for all I care. But I will not say it again, prepare Subject II for dispatch.”

“Yes Sir,” said the doctor, “What shall I set as his primary objective?” Mr. Brown looked down to the new stack of photos, picking up one in particular of Kit.

“Start with Mr. Harper.” Mr. Brown said, a small smile forming on his lips.

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Franky

I wanna know who subject 11 is!

This keeps getting better and better. :0) have you.ever seen the show 24 with Keiffer Sutherland? This story has similarities, and with Hunger Games too.

I can't wait to read more.